автор: oziris

That's right -
Bring her flowers, coward!
Just fine -
All you bow hers,
Cry for hours.
Build your towers, coward!
Cloudy towers.
Windy towers.
What great power…

Oh, it's not you?
You're so true?
All you do…
Stop, you fool!
Stop thinking,
Stop finking,
Stop linking…
Just… stop!

What use to beg?
What use to grieve?
Done step ahead -
Two steps to back?
What use to miss?
What use to cry,
To ask „but why?"
In all of this
What use you see?
Don't ask her,
Unmask her!

Has she no heart?
No soul, no feelings?
Has she no cheeks,
Nor lips need kissing?
Has she no skin,
For your touch craving?
She has? Well, so -
What are you waiting?
Prepare to go…
Or not much braving?
Don't say "later"!
Take her!


But she's not sure…
She doesn't know…
What if this love
Is not enough…
She needs to think
On one-two things…
She needs more time
The truth to find.
And every step
You've done ahead
Will not but hesitate her.
Don't you wait her!
Take her!

Your heart you give her.
All hurts forgive her.
Your soul - her gift.
For her you'll live.
Her fears - your tears.
Her tears - your spears.
Her smile - your joy.
Her kiss - your bliss.
But she can't hear.
She cannot feel.
She's just too far.
Like stone - her heart.
Ice cold - her soul.
Ice cold - her "no".
Don't try hate her!
Break her!
Shake her!
But in the end
With broke defence…
Just take her!
Take her!